Remi held his bite on her breast for only long enough to be sure it would scar, then he released her and began prodding at her body, his cock searching for entrance again until he finally found his target and pushed inside her, this time his intent nothing more than simply bringing her and himself both to another orgasm. He stroked into her now sore channel, supporting himself above her, as he kissed her lips, her neck, even bent himself awkwardly to be able to lave the mating bite he’d just placed on her very sensitive breast.
He was surprised when Cristie began to meet his thrusts with her own as her arms reached for him, her hands grasping at his shoulders and back. Since they were both so sensitive from all they’d just experienced, it took only a couple of minutes before they were clinging to each other, riding out another wave of pleasure as he filled her again, her channel tightening around him as he groaned with his release. He allowed his body to relax against her, his cock still deep inside her as he supported his upper body on his bent elbows, his forehead resting against the pillow her head laid on, his face obscured by her hair spread out across it.
“You’re mine, Cristie.”
Cristie didn’t speak. She turned her head in his direction, pausing to press a kiss to his shoulder, then turning her face more toward him as she searched through all her hair for the spot she wanted. When she finally faced him, her nose was pressed against the bottom of his neck, her mouth just at his collar bone. She angled her head just enough to be clear of his collar bone, kissed the spot, then sank her teeth into the soft flesh right below the collarbone.
Remi snarled, then growled as she continued to hold onto him. He could feel the hot, labored exhales through her nose against his neck as she continued to keep her jaws clamped on his skin. He didn’t care. He’d remain still for as long as she wanted him to — she was finally his.
Gradually he started noticing her body relaxing more and more, and her jaws eventually went lax, releasing him.
When he eased away from her and looked down at her, he laughed softly. She was asleep. Her eyes closed, her muscles completely relaxed, her breathing steady and even. Sound asleep.
Havoc had once told him that you know you loved your woman good, satisfied her completely, if she went to sleep rightafter. If she wanted anything other than sleep, you weren’t finished yet. And Cristie was most certainly snoozing.
He smiled as he kissed her forehead, then slipped out of bed and went to make sure everything was locked up tight before he allowed himself to fall asleep, too.
He padded into the kitchen, locked the door and checked the windows, then followed his nose over to the stove. He picked up the pot of hot chocolate, sniffed it, then drank it down straight from the pot as he walked around the living room checking windows and the front door. Having finished the hot chocolate, he put the pot in the sink, ran some warm water into it and washed his hands. He grabbed his and Cristie’s phones off the table in the kitchen, then stopped in each of the other bedrooms and the extra bathroom to check those windows, too, before he finally crawled back in bed, leaving their phones on his bedside table. He turned onto his left side as was his habit, sighed in satisfaction, and closed his eyes.
The moment Cristie felt his warmth behind her she moved toward him, snuggling up against him and wrapping her arms around him from behind.
Remi smiled to himself, marveling at the intense sense of peace that had descended on him. This was what he’d yearned for all his life. And now that he’d achieved it, it was more than he’d ever thought it could be. It wasn’t just claiming your mate, or being claimed. It was spiritual. A spiritual awakening and a bonding of two spirits that were meant to be one all along. It was something he’d never, under any circumstances take for granted.
Cristie mumbled behind him, squeezing closer to him.
“I got you, or, you got me,” he said, with a grin since she was holding him from behind. “You’re safe, Cristie. Sleep, baby.”
Cristie settled in, letting out a little snort followed by a soft snore as she released a deep breath and fell into a deep sleep again.
Remi chuckled silently, making a vow to himself to never tell anybody that she snorted in her sleep. She’d probably beat him if he did.
Chapter 20
An incessant buzzing had Cristie snarling in her sleep.
The buzzing stopped, so she turned over and went right back to the most wonderful dream.
But then the buzzing started again.
She heard footsteps, then a weight drop onto the bed before she felt something cold on her chest. She gasped as she sat up, slapping at her chest. “What the hell?!” she demanded, her eyes groggily taking in the bedroom around her before coming back to settle on the weight she’d felt on the bed. Remi. And he was smiling at her as he fished her phone out of the covers and held it out to her as it continued to buzz and vibrate.
She grumbled at him as she snatched her phone from his open hand. Instead of looking at her phone, she peered tiredly at Remi.
“Good morning,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose.
“Mmm,” she grumbled.
“I suggest you take a look at that phone and let your mom know you’re alive.”
“Hmm?” she asked without actually saying a word as she held her phone up near her face and glared at the screen, finally closing one eye to better focus on the small, back lit letters. “I’m tired!”
“Think so?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“Wait until you try to walk,” he said, smirking at her as he got up and headed toward the bathroom.
“What? Why…” she adjusted her position in the bed to sit a little straighter and felt the soreness in her lower body. “Oh,yeah. Makes sense,” she said, lying back on the pillows to send her mother a text.
